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badly_knitted) wrote2015-09-19 06:02 pm
Drabble: Sunrise Vigil
Title: Sunrise Vigil
Author: ![[personal profile]](https://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 361: Sunrise at 
tw100
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Some things just never get old.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Jack and Ianto sprawled on their backs in the yellow grass, breathing deeply of air that smelled like vanilla and popcorn, a strange but not unpleasant combination of aromas that rose from the ground beneath them as it warmed.
A gentle breeze made the drooping stems rustle softly, as though the whole world was sighing with contentment.
Looking upwards, they watched in silence as the stars faded from view and the indigo sky grew progressively lighter.
Sunrise was different on every planet they visited, but the one thing that never changed was the wonder they both felt at witnessing it.
The End